The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 9
As Aslan moved to match Lysian’s rhythm, his member plunged deeper and deeper into her. Forgetting he was bound, he thrust with abandon, eager to explore her more.
Lysian let out a sultry moan at the sudden intrusion. Her delicate gasps, like a startled flower, only fueled Aslan’s desire.
“Oh, you’re so skilled, Aslan. Ahhh… There, good, harder…”
“Ah, I’m going to come. Ugh…”
“Not yet. Hold on a little longer, ah… That’s it, now you can come…”
As soon as Lysian gave her permission, her walls tightened. Aslan’s member released its seed deep within her.
Lysian’s body convulsed repeatedly, squeezing Aslan’s member until there was nothing left. Her voice trailed off, a faint vibration echoing through the room. Exhausted, she collapsed onto Aslan’s firm chest.
They lay in silence for a moment, catching their breath. Even Lysian, a virgin, struggled to recover from the intense climax.
Lysian was the first to move. She lifted her hips and pulled Aslan out. His limp member slid out with a wet pop. His s***n dripped down her thighs.
“Phew… Well done, Aslan.”
She smiled contentedly.
Her smile, like a flower blooming in the morning sun, made Aslan want to hold her tightly. Despite the coercive beginning, he had enjoyed himself immensely.
Unconsciously, he tightened his arms around her, his love and possessiveness for her growing. The force was so great that the sturdy wooden bed frame snapped. The canopy above them crashed down, covering them both.
Aslan had finally managed to hold her close, but the outcome was far from ideal. The romantic atmosphere was shattered, leaving only a chaotic mess.
Trapped beneath the canopy, Lysian coldly stated,
“I take back what I said about doing well.”
“…”
Aslan was speechless. Even though he found her cold demeanor attractive, he knew he had crossed a line. He had fallen for the queen of the enemy nation; someone he was sworn to oppose.
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The day after Lysian and Aslan consummated their relationship, those attending the state council meeting stole furtive glances at Lysian.
Lysian, who addressed the agenda with her usual composed yet benevolent demeanor, showed no visible signs of the previous night’s intimacy, save for her choice to wear a high-necked dress. There was no trace of the events from the bedchamber in her bearing.
Annoyed by the distracted ministers who seemed more preoccupied with other matters than the meeting, Lysian clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
“None of you seem to be focusing on the meeting. Your thoughts are clearly elsewhere.”
Unable to deny her words, the ministers all bowed their heads in silent agreement. For them, however, the aftermath of last night’s affairs was of paramount importance, as it concerned the kingdom’s future lineage.
Lysian, who had previously shown little interest in men or matters of progeny, posed a conundrum. If Aslan had been wholly unsatisfactory, their second union might have been a far-off possibility. Conversely, if Lysian found Aslan pleasing, that posed its own set of problems. Aslan was a Heibanite, and should he gain Lysian’s favor and father her child, it would create chaos. What the ministers sought was a middle-ground answer like, “It wasn’t bad, it piqued my interest.”
In the silence, a loud gulp echoed through the room. The one to break the tension was Primula, the chancellor, who usually took on the role of speaking first. After clearing her throat a few times, she bore the collective curiosity of the room and asked bluntly:
“How was your night, Your Majesty?”
No sooner had Primula spoken than the others nodded vigorously in agreement. From their darting eyes, it was clear they were all calculating how soon they could dispose of Aslan and present a more suitable candidate for consort.
But that would not happen.
Lysian was quite pleased with Aslan. Despite the defiant glint in his eyes, once in her embrace, he obediently followed her lead. His impatience and visible eagerness to please were endearing. Smiling faintly, Lysian replied leisurely,
“Most satisfactory.”
“Ugh…”
The satisfaction radiating from the queen’s face left the ministers crestfallen, their expressions reflecting the turmoil of their thoughts.
Still, they were not ready to give up. Hoping that Lysian’s satisfaction referred to “the experience of being with a man” rather than Aslan specifically, the finance minister forced a bright tone and asked,
“Then, now that you’ve had your first experience, might you consider what type of man you would prefer next…”
“For the time being, I will continue with Aslan.”
